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... shade . The matron's glance that would those looks reprove The hollow - sounding bittern guards its nest These far - departing , seek a kinder shore . Amidst the swains to show my book - learn'd skill . And , as a hare , whom hounds and ...
... shade . The matron's glance that would those looks reprove The hollow - sounding bittern guards its nest These far - departing , seek a kinder shore . Amidst the swains to show my book - learn'd skill . And , as a hare , whom hounds and ...
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... shade Which a grove of myrtles made ; Beasts did leap , and birds did sing , Trees did grow , and plants did spring ; Everything did banish moan , Save the nightingale alone . She , poor bird , as all forlorn , Lean'd her breast up ...
... shade Which a grove of myrtles made ; Beasts did leap , and birds did sing , Trees did grow , and plants did spring ; Everything did banish moan , Save the nightingale alone . She , poor bird , as all forlorn , Lean'd her breast up ...
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... shades frown , although her eyes are sunny ; Her smiles are lightning , though her pride despair ; And her disdains are gall , her favours honey . A modest maid , deck'd with a blush of honour , Whose feet do tread green paths of youth ...
... shades frown , although her eyes are sunny ; Her smiles are lightning , though her pride despair ; And her disdains are gall , her favours honey . A modest maid , deck'd with a blush of honour , Whose feet do tread green paths of youth ...
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... shade , But now borne , and now they fade . Every thing doth passe away , There is danger in delay : Come , come , gather then the rose , Gather it , or it you lose . All the sande of Tagus ' shore Into my bosome casts his ore : All the ...
... shade , But now borne , and now they fade . Every thing doth passe away , There is danger in delay : Come , come , gather then the rose , Gather it , or it you lose . All the sande of Tagus ' shore Into my bosome casts his ore : All the ...
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... shade , this wile that sweetly sleeps . And near to these our thicks , the wild and frightful herds , Not hearing other noise but this of chattering birds , Feed fairly on the lawns ; both sorts of seasoned deer : Here walk the stately ...
... shade , this wile that sweetly sleeps . And near to these our thicks , the wild and frightful herds , Not hearing other noise but this of chattering birds , Feed fairly on the lawns ; both sorts of seasoned deer : Here walk the stately ...
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Page 318 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.
Page 307 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn:' THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.
Page 304 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Page 582 - And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ?" The Vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord." " And is mine one ? " said Abou. " Nay, not so,
Page 70 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Page 419 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Page 301 - Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Page 299 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 494 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun, Did peer, as through a grate ? And is that Woman all her crew ? Is that a DEATH ? and are there two ? Is DEATH that woman's mate ? Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold : Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice ; " The game is done ! I've won ! I've won ! " Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
Page 552 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by ;...